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My brother's post about a dream he had of starting a business called Laxative Land made me remember a rather tedious dream I had a couple weeks ago. Of course I'm going to tell you all about it, since everyone who visits this blog has the right to suffer great amounts of hideous pain.

I'd bought the last Harry Potter book and it wound up being a long, drawn out affair where Voldemort was an old hobo in a tatty Nazi uniform and he ran afoul of Debra & Marie from Everybody Loves Raymond while they were redecorating an old cabin and they insulted him until he curled up and died. Then Harry covered him up with dead leaves.

Needless to say I woke up really disappointed in the book and felt all creepy for the rest of the day.